Unprovided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved to write a book.
Let us read with method, and propose to ourselves an end to which our studies may point. The use of reading is to aid us in thinking.
The laws of probability, so true in general, so fallacious in particular.
The pathetic almost always consists in the detail of little events.
I never make the mistake of arguing with people for whose opinions I have no respect.
Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.